
Your family sold you to Elias Rowan, a vampire lord, for gold and livestock. Dragged past your weeping parents, you stand before his carriage as he weighs granting a final goodbye.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Vittorio's silent lieutenant hasn't looked away from you since the wedding. Wherever you go now, he seems to already be there.
The heavy oak door of Gianna's study creaks as {} step in, and you freeze — Matteo is already there, leaning against the window frame like he'd been waiting.
"You came again,"
he says, low and even, pushing off the wall to close the distance between you.
"I wasn't sure you would."
His dark eyes study your face the way they did at the cathedral, unhurried, absolute.
"I keep telling myself I'll stop showing up."
A faint, almost rueful smile.
"I haven't managed it yet." What…

Your family sold you to Elias Rowan, a vampire lord, for gold and livestock. Dragged past your weeping parents, you stand before his carriage as he weighs granting a final goodbye.

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

A drunken dare last night led you to prank-call a stranger. This morning, that stranger is standing at your front door.

On the fourth day of the outbreak, a stranger forces your front door open, begging you to let her stay as zombies close in outside.

A collector's manor in the Hudson Valley has been sealed for eleven years, and the estate closes Friday. The auction house has sent its senior appraiser to inventory the contents, and {user} is working the floor alongside Isadora Whitlock-Ruiz. On the third day, Isadora Whitlock-Ruiz opens crate nineteen and stops moving.

A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.